HopeWhat would you do,
When it's all over?
Would you stand up,
Straight as mountains old,
And shrug your shoulders?
It might be;
Your final end.
But would it be worse,
If you had waited?
How could you have known,
This was it?
Would you have just stood,
Back like rivers bold,
And watched it's demise?
Like pariah zealots above,
Gazing down from,
Black flower skies?
Why should you,
Have thought to reconsider?
Would you have just given up,
And let minute things,
Slip by and slide away?
Was it to be your own idiocy?
Or breath of ignorance,
Destroying the fragile dark,
From the mighty light;
This very day?
What was it that made you,
Stay here to breathe?
Was it that inky niggle in,
The chaos of your mind,
And that instinct within,
To just carry on and cope?
Most would declare that,
You are an angel,
But some say without
Courage: there is only hope.
BeautyBeauty rose out of that silent sea,
Her eyes were tepid with wild thunder,
And then she turned and looked at me.
Me; a meagre man who knew no lady fair,
Nor one of care as she snaps my heart asunder.
Beauty flew up to that sinister sky,
Her lips were dark with mad desire,
And then she turned and started to cry.
Cry; a crude curse who knew no mortal smile,
Nor one so vile as she scars my aura in fire.
Beauty stood up on that scarlet skin,
Her locks were rouge with quiet rain,
And then she turned and walked on sin.
Sin; a sordid spirit who knew no lover true,
Nor one in clue as she saves me from my pain.
The Girl In A TeardropThere sits a shattered girl,
Imprisoned in her tormented tears,
Wishing she had not wasted her youthful years,
Looking for her one true pearl,
Who never showed his flawless face.
There weeps a sad girl,
Reflecting her mask in the mirror,
Seeing her self becoming thinner and thinner,
And now she sees the echoes of her age,
Guiding her back from her heartbroken mind.
There breathes a sorrowful girl,
Staring out of her sweet nectar sobs,
Hoping to escape from her self-infliction,
But what is out there for her to find?
Except a dawn of despair and dereliction.
SmileI like to see you smile,
Just for a week or a while,
You don't need to bear teeth,
Pure as white winter snow,
Because this heartache I know.
I like to see you smile,
Just for a moment or a mile,
There's no reason to suffer,
Weeping those turquoise tears,
Because of those aches of yesteryears.
Paradigm Of The Lost DivineTake my pitiful mind to a better place,
So I can see the brightest stars shine,
In that abysmal hope called space.
To reach out and touch a forbidden face,
Is the greatest gift anyone could find.
For I have witnessed in vast wonder,
The eternity before this epic I ponder,
Where no creature would consider his death.
But who am I to declare what is up or down?
Nothing is the name of hell in which I drown.
Take my woeful heart to a lesser worth,
So I can hear the darkest sighs scream,
In that dismal void called birth.
That genesis of so mysterious a mirth,
Is the coldest curse anyone could dream.
For I have listened to past laughter,
The velocity while this verse I slaughter,
Where no beast would believe his wrath.
But who am I to state what is rock or sand?
Solitude is the sign where hell is found.
Take my stressful body to a wilder strife,
So I can feel the mildest souls shiver,
In that baptismal fire called life.
To burn in a flame so riotous and rife,
Is the luckiest lie anyone could
Apocalpyse ChildStanding alone amongst ruins of rubble
Waits a little angel with eyes expressing fear.
She wears a dress of shining so light and clear
And in her palm she holds her teddy so tight;
Whilst scarlet skies turn black to herald trouble.
Flames fly high over her raven crown without care;
Scorching grim ground beneath her feet,
But this is no angel that any army can defeat.
She'll break bullets with breath of a terrified sound
And she'll tame those who torment with her stare.
Standing alone amongst wreckage of war;
Sings a little angel with hands howling pain.
She walks in boots of mourning so brash and vain
And in her gaze she wields her hate so harsh;
Whilst grey graves turn red to blind disaster.
Explosions erupt low under her toes pale by pity;
Burning stagnant skin revealing her mystery,
But this is no angel that anarchy will have victory.
She'll crack courage with cries of a mortified sin
And she'll humble those who hurt with her ferocity.
Standing alone amongst concrete of carnage,
Far sightI smudge my eyes across the waters
So I can reflect the sky's desires
Even when the clouds express oppression
I will still catch heaven's raindrops of desperation
Just remember that I have left none behind
But I may come and go- within the universal tides
I have no specific place to call home
I am not crowded, nor am I alone
For I will forever flow
Within light, and within shadow
My warmth will still cascade from the sun
Surrounding you when you're feeling flawed
I have left my scent on the wind / To help you remember that I still exist
My embrace is in the Earth / My love for you will always be preserved
My presence will still radiate from the moon
Waiting for the time of when we dream of each other soon
Because we both know
That we could never let each other go
I am everywhere, yet I am also nowhere
But I will always be able to hear your prayer
Just remember that I have not left your life
But I may vanish and reappear- from and by your side
I scattered my soul a
Sonnet no. 2 (Shakespearean)Looking into mirrors I see your face;
you are watching me from behind a sea.
My mind circles around holding your grace,
though I know that it is not meant to be.
My trembling fingers try to touch your skin
in spite of grasping but the mirror's face-
the sea swallowed you with an ugly grin,
your body melted in its cold embrace.
You reach out trying to clasp my pale hand
as if your world dangled on a frail thread.
The dark sea took you to the promised land,
washed over you like the fate you've met.
I yearn more than anything to live on,
but my heart is cold since my twin is gone.
FOR MONEYFOR MONEY
Count your money!
Count your money!
You must pay!
Count your money,
You need to laugh?
Dreams of money,
You are rich,
You are sleeping
On the beach
No more work
And no more stress,
What a life,
Can you guess?
You'll get a better job
You'll do it! You will rob!!
Thoughts of money,
Thoughts of life,
Thoughts of honey
And a knife!!!
Blood for money!
Blood for money!
You must pay!
They must pay!
Strike for money!
Watch the ball!!!
Wars for money!
You used to be my melody.I hummed you throughout the day, you were my favourite song.
I memorised all the words, even used to sing along.
You used to be my melody, now you're just my noise.
Your tune brought me comfort, now it annoys and destroys.
I can't seem to drown you out, no matter how soft you sound.
I hear you more often than I'd like, some nights I feel you're around.
You were something to remember, a beautiful little tune.
I just hope to hear a sweet melody, that surpasses yours soon.
Your song makes me sad, I don't want to hear it again.
It hurts to hear it unwillingly, it brings back all of the pain.
I have my own harmony, a haunting song in my head.
With all my thoughts as lyrics, the words I never said.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Taffy'd Tears"Taffy'd Tears:"
In a quaint, quiet town,
With a name no one knows,
Lived a woman in a house
Colored gray and cold
Bakers burned their buns,
Florists set their flowers aflame
The children stubbed their thumbs,
Playing their sword and gun games
The woman healed their wounds
By means no one had said
Packaged, tiny goods
Filled the villagers' heads
One day, I dropped by,
Took a look at all the store
And asked "How do you do it--
make your famous taffies, of course?"
She turned with a grin;
Wrinkles formed from ear to ear
"My dear, it is simple--
Just blood, sweat, and tears."
BriefLife is full of fireworks;
a brief moment of art
imitating the stars -
They are not stars.
Stars are born, they burn,
Fireworks are merely
promises made and
When a fleeting time
of light and beauty
that the darkness is not so.
You've been with me.You've carried me in your arms.
You've protected me from harm.
The journey has been long.
Not much further shall it prolong.
I'm in the home stretch.
I'm close to finishing this race.
I've been through the darkness.
Overcame the obstacles I had to face.
You heard me when my voice felt unheard.
You listened to me rejoice and complain, ever single word.
I feel a sense of closure.
I've been trying to keep my composure.
Praise be to you my Lord!
I'll dance in the joy of hope.
Bring on the thunderstorm.
I want to see what else I can cope.
Life has its up and downs.
It gives you smiles and frowns.
I know you will always be near.
In Jesus, whom shall I fear?
What's Left Behind...Some days I find myself staggering from this hovel;
To stand with shaking legs upon the window ledge.
I look down at the tiny world below, wind rushing before me;
And I wonder if I'll be able to fly tonight...
The caress of the wind, so gentle upon my skin.
One step, one leap and I'd dip myself into the eye of the storm.
But just before my courage sends me;
Just before I take the final plunge.
I find myself looking back, at the world I'd leave behind...
Stacks of paper and a pot of ink,
Reams of stories too precious to burn.
Ideas and fears both rolled into one;
And pages of poetry left undone...
It always leaves me smiling...
For these were the treasures so close to my heart.
They are the wealth of my mind; my soul, my art.
And I could never ever leave them be,
Where another might burn them, without thinking of me...
"Apologies father, I cannot join you yet:
For in this world, a treasure still exists.
A treasure tha
Did you hear that?Did you hear that?
That faint cracking sound?
It was the sound of my heart
Getting broken once again
And did you hear that?
It was the sound of how much I care
What? You didn't?
Because there was nothing to hear
Coming BackYou're destined to come back,
in one of those rainy nights
when the bells ring,
and people rejoice
you'll be there
and cry your pain over my soul.
You seek a lap to hide
from the truth in everybody's eyes
and warm up in my embrace
but my heart is colder than snow
and I poured poison in your glass
My heart promised me,
you'll come back
and sing our song,
call me love, and
promise yourself to me.
Repeat your words of longing
for my laughter, my smile
and I only fear my soul will give
before your lullaby.
I'm still waiting, you know,
for that rainy night when
you knock on my door,
and i will ask you
why you ran away?
who you left me for?
Go back, follow your greed
to your toys of diamond and gold.
This heart is long gone,
along with its shattered soul,
but be careful don't drink that wine
I still poured poison in your glass.
The Rulers of the SeasonsAphrodite, my dearest epitome of springtime,
Quaffing flowery flares as your dark storm clouds climb
Selfish vanities flooding April's chromaticity out
Ere Apollo's hideous glare shines your May bleached with drought
The golden summer that Ra mercilessly allows
Oppressing heat beats the precious sweat off of your brow
For every child caught giggling with sunlight in their lungs
Another meets black Anubis with thirst on their tongues
As Morigan's autumn, swift as the crow flies
Allowing leaves to stop their begging to die
Knowing change is welcome, killing all she holds dear
Until even Bile`'s cold grasp starts shaking with fear
Loki breathes laughter with a wintery chill
Freezing time with a blanket and life going still
His mischievous snowflakes dancing o'er the land
Until they are melted by Freyja’s impassioned hand
Night PostmanI wrote of sweet proses last night
Filled lilac covered letters and the taste of ruby roses
Under my surrendering tongue
As I laid upon my bed as my pen laid stroke after stroke
The ink stains dripped into my veins
As I looked out the window to see the night
Shimmering in with white bright lights
They added to the blackest ink my bottle held
In the night of nature's once forbidden realm
I folded the parchment in my rightward hand
Stamped it with life's elegant symbol and forward grandeur
As I watched it float away into the darkness
Waiting to find the lover to which it was sent
On the trail of past surmises and what was dreamt
Darkened PassageI feel alone.
The drop of blood
Drips from my heart.
I see nothing.
Nothing but evil.
Pain, loss, destruction,
Where does this end?
Darkness feeds on my heart.
Destroying my soul as I fall
Into the abyss
To where I can't get out.
Only my blood shines.
I won't be here
Yet everyone considers me gone.
Maybe I am here
Yet I also may not.
Only my blood
Can show where I am
So maybe I
Am lost in the Echo.
Rain RaceDo you see them?
Watch them go, she said.
So I looked and I laughed with youthful excitement
As champions fought to the finish.
Two contestants glide down,
Along a pane of glass.
The patter patter dripping from trees,
A distant background to the race.
Cheers resonate throughout
The white Mustang,
Rolling along a highway in California,
Not a thought toward destination,
But soon the cheering ceases,
As a drop reaches the crease in the window.
A victor is crowned,
And now, the game is over.
RealityShe’s got terrible handwriting. You can’t even read it by the time you get to the end of the paper. She starts off real good but the longer she goes, boom, can’t read a thing. And she whistles in the shower. No one I know whistles in the shower. Singing in the shower, yeah, but no one whistles, and it’s only ever two damn songs: the Mario theme and “The Chinese Dance” from The Nutcracker Suite. For the record, I only know that last one because she’s told me a million times what it is.
"I figured as much."
Did you know she can go a whole week without changing her pjs? God forbid you were to ask her to wear a pair of socks for more than six hours and you can forget about it. I swear, there’s dirty socks and mail everywhere. It’s not that she doesn’t read her mail but instead of throwing it out when she’s done with it, she just puts it on the dresser and lets it stay there. I’m not saying I’m the clean
Crestfallen StillHer arms embrace me but still I feel nothing
Her love surrounds me but still I feel empty
And as my heart is drained of blood
And my screams fill the night sky
Her lips kiss away my scars but still I cry
There’s agony in me I cannot define
Because every of your touches should feel divine
Yet your eyes tell me our hearts will never bind
And crestfallen still I stand
With misery holding my hand
Crestfallen still I knee
Because your heart does not belong to me
And never will I rise
For my weary soul has slumbered
And all my hopes have crumbled
Her hands reach out for me
Yet still I kiss the lips of misery
Her voice it speaks my name
But still my heart she cannot tame
So lest I breathe forever smothered by pain
I will let my blood be washed away by the rain
Waiting for the sun to shine on me
Hoping someday I’ll give my heart to thee
And no longer betroth with misery
So that my soul can rise from the dead
And my heart be devoid of dread
But crestfallen still I sigh
And the blade